The Birth of a Baby 'Business'

24 years ago, when I was laying in the darkness and silence, waiting to deliver a new baby into the world, he appeared to be stuck and unable to be born without ‘assistance’ and ‘medical intervention’. It was the middle of the night and I was waiting for the day to begin for those who would perform the operation. I felt devastated, like I’d failed. Literally failed to deliver despite all the cajoling and pressure to perform put on me by some of those in attendance.

Nature though is more powerful and wise than the fears of the mind. The pressure waves built up within me and the great intelligence from below knew exactly what was happening despite the limitations and ‘knowing’ of my mind and the minds of the others in attendance; once that force began, nothing was going to stop it - and a baby was born without the stated ‘help’.

A never seen before, one of a kind, human being arrived in the world.

The midwife who had been in denial that it could happen and had just been waiting herself for daybreak and the surgeons to arrive, was still a beautiful and caring assistant to that new life arriving. She did what her experience had taught her to do. Tended to that baby.

That sacred, original being.

Then what happens? With our human systems and powers of organisation we categorise, label, number and poke it around and decide we can do things better than the timeless ways of Nature, with our various levels of interference. And the child becomes like all the rest. Given an ‘identity’. Taught to conform. Demands made. Surrounded by expectations.

‘Business’ is like that. Business as usual. Numbered, tagged, poked around. And slowly, or all at once, the soul is sucked out of that creative, magical, original being and it becomes like all the rest.

This place, Elemental, is not business as usual. And I’m it’s Mother and I do ‘know’ better now than to interfere with the forces of Nature...so despite my fears and my ignorance about how it can possibly grow up without 'the system', all I can do is keep breathing and walk ahead into the unknown, holding its hand.

This place will not be numbered or registered. It won’t line up and join the crowd. Masculine logic tells you, that’s the way it is. Grow up, don’t be silly. Fall into line. Give it a number. Do as you’re told. Yet the feminine aspect, the imagination, says, how can it be different? They may call you naive, foolish and scorn and belittle the mysterious ways of the intuition that wanders around in the darkness, waiting for the heightened senses to give a signal.

I haven’t got a clue yet. I don’t know what it will become when it ‘grows up’ because I don’t want to impose my Will upon it and make it have a form of all the past imprints. I want it to breathe and teach me from its innocence, its freshness. Why do we all keep pretending to know it all and live from a place of memory, of training and conditioning and what has been, instead of imagination and the unknown and what might be in the time to come? As the old ways crumble and die and certainly the systems that have run this world for so long are showing us the rot and corruption and misery that has been wrought, it is time for the new to be born into this world. There is nothing we can do to stop that force of love, in a great tidal wave washing it all away, birthing something new...

Now, all I can do is patiently watch and respond to the primal needs of this baby ‘business’, give it nourishment and love. Wait some more. Fear for its survival in a world that bullies and demands the comfortable and familiar, the expected...

Wanting it to fall in line and not make waves.

That’s why we built an ARC, to ride the waves churning up our reality and protect the ways of Nature within.